I was still letting her set the pace, so as she sat there and breathed me in while she worked on my belt buckle I simply ran my hands up and down her ribs, across her back, and under the lush curves of her breasts. I wanted to roll each puckered tip between my fingers. I wanted to shove my tongue between her teeth. I wanted to grind my throbbing cock up into the heated center seated on top of it. I wanted anything I could get, but she was moving, touching, playing like we had all the time in the world, and it was torture.
She got my belt open and had me lift up a little so that she could get my zipper down. In the confined space every movement felt amplified, felt erotic and overly sensitized. She put her hand in the opening she created and wrapped her hand around the shaft. She slid her grip up and down until I was ready to buck her off of me. I panted against her still lips where they rested against my own as we watched each other like predators deciding who the ultimate winner of the standoff was going to be. She glided her palm over the head of my cock and took the moisture that was pooling there with her as she continued to work me over.
I felt my face heat up. I felt my breathing get labored and heavy. My eyelids drooped down a fraction and I squeezed my hands so hard around the curve of her waist that I wouldn’t have been surprised if I left marks behind.
“Thought I was supposed to be calming your beast, Reeve. This feels like the opposite of that.” I was about to come in her hand and she was still mostly dressed and unkissed. “You’re supposed to be taking what you need.”
She laughed a little against my mouth and finally gave me a soft little peck. “I am. I like you this way. You’re never soft, never gentle, but for me you are. That soothes something inside of me. I like being the one that can make you come to heel. The leash is always pulling, always tugging, but right now it’s not.” There was power in those words. By soothing her inner wild, my own had quieted down. The need to mark and mar was nowhere under her featherlight caress. It was different with her. It always was.
“I’m gonna be really soft in like two minutes and then you’re gonna be shit out of luck if you want to use that for anything.”
I pointed purposefully to the hard-on she was still working up and down. It looked angry and massive in her tiny fist. Her gaze drifted downward too and her dark eyes got wide. It was an incredibly sexy sight watching her watch what she was doing to me. I saw the tip of her tongue dart out to touch the center of her bottom lip and watched as her pulse fluttered as I jerked in her hand.
Suddenly she grabbed hold of the tie that was still around my neck and pulled me to her for the kind of kiss I wanted. Teeth knocking, tongues tangling, breath mingling, air being stolen. Her naked breast rubbed wantonly against my chest and I took it as my cue to go ahead and start trying to help her get naked. There was no room and she had stupid long legs, so it probably looked like a ridiculous game of twister. It didn’t feel that way. Everywhere our skin touched was electric. Everywhere her mouth landed and sucked or licked, scorched. Everywhere my hands touched felt precious and irreplaceable.
I got her pants out of the way and decided I wasn’t going to waste time with the underwear. They were just little scraps of lace anyway, so I pushed them to the side and pulled her down over the top of me. She didn’t have anywhere else to go with the steering wheel at her back, so she slid down on my cock and we both groaned as she stretched around me and let me all the way inside. There was none of the frantic tug and pull that we usually had when we had sex. This was different. This was more.
She kept one hand fisted in my tie and the other one wrapped around my shoulder. I hand a hand under her ass helping her as she rode me up and down and the other I curled possessively around her breast. Every time I used my thumb to circle her nipple I felt it when she involuntarily clenched around me. I let her kiss me. Soft and sweet while we climbed higher and higher. The scrape of fabric combined with the smooth glide of her soft skin as she rose and fell was enough to have me cross-eyed and incoherent. Nothing in my life had ever felt so certain, so absolutely mine.
When she whispered my name I whispered hers in return and let my head fall back on the leather seat of my car. The windows fogged up and it almost made me laugh at how cliché it was, how cliché she and I were. The cop and the sexy criminal with a heart of gold. It was laughable really, but that didn’t stop me from prying her clenched fingers off my tie and dragging them between us so that she could touch herself . . . and me.
She moaned at the contact when her fingers found her needy little clit. I moaned when the back of them rubbed enticingly along every single ridge and rise in my dick as we moved together. Between her seductive buildup earlier and the double stimulation, neither one of us was bound to last much longer. All my muscles were vibrating and I could feel hers getting loose and warm around me. Her body quivered from the inside out, and when I moved her back just a fraction so I could get my teeth on her nipple, that was the end of it. I pushed her over the edge and she took me with her.
We came on a sigh, eyes locked and hearts beating in time to each other. It was easier sex than we typically had, which was odd considering how much more was inside of it.
She blew out a long breath and then moved the hand that was around my neck so that she could rub her fingers along my scruffy face. She was just staring at me and I was just staring at her in the quiet and in the dark. I don’t think I had ever known such a soft and peaceful moment with another human being. It was made even more profound by the fact that we were still as closely connected as two people could be.